Northstar Vale NSV CLAIM: we owe this to ourselves!

@Tenzin @Dawa @Silas @Zombie @Lanegan @Raiden

Summary: After investivating the valley and ensuring its safety, Raheerah calls for Tenzin and Dawa, as well as Silas and Zombie who joined the group while they were exploring the valley. Lanegan, Raiden, and anybody else hoping to join IC can pop in :) Don't worry about waiting for Tenzin and Dawa - post ASAP! Tenzin and Dawa will make their howly claim post as Alphas after everybody (or mostly everybody) posts.

Setting: Evening, overcast.

The time had come. He had spent the day and that before scouring these lands for any trace of danger, but all sources pointed to this being the single safest place for his wards to remain. Closed in on all sides by mountains, few could enter without detection; there were even fewer paths leading from the cliffs into the valley, and those safe enough for passage could easily be guarded. The monk and Lham had already come here and inspected the lands for themselves - they lingered somewhere in the shadows, kept safe as he investigated any possibility of threat. Even the ones they had gathered on their way remained somewhere nearby, but it was Raheerah to certify this land as acceptable. And now that he had done so, it was time to claim it for themselves.

The beast stood in the heart of the valley, where frozen creeks trickled past his paws under sheets of ice, and the snow built up in graceful drifts, played by the wind. He would be able to see them as they came, one by one. The wind was cold on his skin, but the sunlight, despite its fading, countered that with its golden warmth. Raheerah sucked in a breath of cold air; it hardened his lungs, and he pressed it from his chest, erupting in a mangled, hellish cry. It was deep, like a bellow of thunder cracking across the sky. Like the roar of a lion it descended into depths unfamiliar to the mortal ear; callous, dark. It was the call to bind those that had been promised peace, for whatever peace could represent.

A fool's promise.

He let the song disappear and dropped his head again. Shoulders hunched, and the wind continued to play at his long, oily coat as he sunk to his haunches, waiting. The sun was falling behind the mountains, only stray rays of crimson and gold visible now. Soon, it would be dark; over the valley, over this pack.